The Wistful Saga
The crystal decanters on the long mahogany table caught the chandelier light, scattering fractured rainbows across the faces of the assembled town council, the local judges, and the few remaining members of the law enforcement division who had not already moved on to larger cities with better pensions and younger blood. Sheriff Elias Thorne, fifty-eight years old and bearing the specific, heavy...
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